Warrior Fae Audiobook Novels & Stories

Yet somewhere else, rogues of all races seemed to be more united and ready to bring us down. Now, Audrey had just five days to prepare for her journey to the palace. The king had ordered the convergence of soldiers from all packs across the kingdom. I also heard that word had been sent out to the king of the vampires and faes, about the brewing war. With the look of things, all supernatural races were likely to fight together in the coming war. It was going to be a very difficult fit to achieve, but it wasn't impossible. If they refused to fight against the rogues in unity, then the rogues were gonna bring us down, one race after another. I couldn't imagine being a slave to rogues. I had see

I stand on my feet with the support of my hands, and when I do, I move to the front of the platform. I half expect King Sven to stop me, but he doesn't. His guards try to, but he stops them too. He looks like he's actually enjoying all this, and there's nothing more that I want than for him to regret that. With a clear of my throat, I begin to speak. “If you hate my kind so much, people of Māui, I have news for you,” My voice rings out, raw but clear. “Your beloved King Sven isn't who you think he is. Yes, he's a hybrid, but he's also part of the kind you so much hate — a Fae.”

I saw familiar faces - Bryn, our best tracker, his eyes glowing a faint amber in the dim light; Gareth, head of the warrior caste, his muscular arms covered in intricate battle runes; and Fiona, our pack healer, her fingers glowing slightly green with the plants and the little bit of magic she possessed for healing. They all cast worried glances in my direction, but none dared approach. Kael's imposing figure now stood at the center of the clearing, power radiating off him in almost visible waves. "Ailith." Kael's voice cut through the night, a growl barely contained beneath the surface. The Crimson Moon cast his features in sharp relief, turning his once-warm eyes into chips of cold amber.

Wondering if Atlas would be pissed or amused at my resourcefulness, I felt my bones crack and shift into place as the fur retracted from my body. Within seconds, I was fully Fae, and completely naked. "Will you quit poking and prodding us like cattle?" I seethed, charging forwards with much more gusto than I actually had. The warriors had the sense to step back, finally lowering their spears. I noticed something dripping off the end of one, and was thankful it hadn't pricked our skin. One of the warriors stepped forwards, taller and more imposing than the rest. Midnight hair was cropped short on his head, accompanying a scar that ran from temple to chin.

Throwing her head back, Gemma howled to the shining moon, her melodic sound sending a call, a promise to all that she was here, that she had arrived That the war would begin with the capture of those who betrayed the royal fae family

A pair of iridescent wings fluttered gracefully, revealing the presence of a fairy—a being seldom encountered in the realms of werewolves and vampires. Hera and I exchanged intrigued glances, captivated by the fairy's radiant presence. The creature's eyes sparkled with an otherworldly wisdom, and a voice, gentle as a breeze, spoke, "Alpha Davien, Princess Hera, you carry the energies of the Heartwood within you." Surprised, I responded, "Who are you, and how do you know of our journey to the Heartwood?" The fairy inclined its head, a gesture of acknowledgment. "I am Faelan, a guardian of the ancient magic that resides within these woods. The Heartwood's whispers echo through the realms, and

Elizabeth’s POV - As she returns to her seat, I carefully scan the large old album with tiny clusters of dust dotting here and there over its leather cover. With my heart in my throat, I anxiously hold the cover and slowly open the album. Aunt continues to talk, “Believe it or not, your mother was a Fae princess, next in line to rule over the other Fae Folk. After the war many years ago, she lost her people and her home and fled with me to seek refuge from her neighbors who were the werewolves. The heterochromatic sovereign of our kind had offered shelter and protection, and your mother had decisively integrated into our ways and sought a normal life. So she had fallen in love with a mateles

CHAPTER 145: THE WHISPER WAR RHEA'S POV: SONG OF THE CHAPTER: "CONTROL" BY HALSEY ~~~ The wind is no longer my friend. I used to feel comfort in its caress, like a warm hand brushing through my curls, tugging playfully at my coat as I wandered through Warrenvale’s enchanted fields. But today, it howls. Low, hollow and hungry. I’m walking alone through the western courtyard, where vines dangle lazily off the towers and fae magic makes the flowers hum lullabies, when I hear it again.

"Hello, little one, could you, please, tell me what the hell are you doing in this little treehouse, all alone and far away from civilization? Ah, and with a Katana!" His voice resonated in my bones, at the same time it was ridiculous sensual, and persuasive, it was savage and strong. What the hell am I thinking? I didn't think that the rumor about the fae having a persuasive presence and voice was true, but in the end, it was. I hated. "That's not of your business, fae!" He gave me a pretentious smile, which makes me feel angry at him. I hated that smiled. "Well, you're in our territory, so I do think this is my business."

Someone sang off-key near the barrels. I wove through the crowd, looking for Harrison. Instead, I caught scraps of conversation from a group of warriors. "—took down three rogues before the rest of us even shifted." "The new strongest female warrior. I'm telling you, she's something else." I slowed my steps. The strongest female warrior had always been Valeria — Alpha of the Crimson Fang Pack. They called her The Selene-Blade. People said the Moon Goddess herself had blessed her, and she fought in a terrifying mask — all you could see were her red eyes, glowing. No one had ever beaten her.